After you purchase your ticket at the Amtrak station, you sit down and wait for the train which is of course delayed. In fact, you can't think of a single train you've ever been on that arrived or departed on schedule. Oh well, at least this way you won't have to worry about putting a lot of wear and tear on your car. Plus, you can sleep on the ride down to the Epcot center. Let's see you try doing that in your car.

With the train being delayed for at least an hour, you'd love to take a nap there in the station but a crazy looking man in a wheelchair (who has a strong resemblance to Samuel Jackson) has just approached you...

"I did it because of the kids. They called me Mr. Glass."

He starts mumbling all sorts of stuff about being called Mr. Glass and about how you don't deserve to buy his comic books because, "you don't appreciate them for the works of art that they are." This obviously annoys you because 1) all you wanted to do was take a nap before the train arrived and 2) you never expressed any interest in buying comics from this lunatic. Despite your obvious lack of interest, he continues to talk about comics until the train arrives.

You get up to board the train and he's still sitting there talking about comic books. "What a freak!" you think to yourself. "Well, at least now I can finally get some rest." You nestle down into your comfy chair and drift off to sleep. Unfortunately, this nap is quickly going to become a dirt one, for only 20 minutes after the train departed there was a huge explosion in one of the cars.

It turns out "Mr. Glass" was a criminal mastermind and he killed everybody on the train with a bomb. Well... almost everybody. Out of all the people on the train, Bruce Willis happened to be on there and he survived without a scratch. Go figure. Damn, you could have at least gotten his autograph before you kicked the bucket.

START OVER, MISTER ASS!